This injury allowed Bobby to still struggle to escape, but they were roaming in the distance, like jackals in the African wilderness, waiting for their prey to bleed to the last drop of blood while fleeing in terror, and then pounce on them viciously and bite them.
However, jackals only seek survival and food, while these people are purely for enjoyment and killing. They are countless times inferior to jackals.
Luke turned the steering wheel and approached a car from the side.
The man in the other car was holding a bow and arrow, and he shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey, if you want to participate, you need to ask for our permission first, George... Um, where's George?"
At this moment, Luke just drove the car to the level of the slowly moving car and raised his right hand.
Bang!
The driver, who looked at him in surprise, was shot in the head on the spot.
As soon as he stepped on the brakes, he bent down and lowered his head, and the man in the truck bed was exposed to his shooting range.
Bang!
Headshot again.
Two gunshots were heard, and the intercoms of the two people in the opposite car rang: "Hey, who is shooting? Didn't we agree that guns cannot be used for hunting?"
Luke chuckled, stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road pickup truck quickly moved towards another car.
Snap! Snap!
Luke's SUV quickly drove in front of Bobby who was still struggling to escape, opened the door and got out of the car, grabbing the little guy and saying, "Hey, look carefully, it's me."
Bobby saw Luke's face clearly and was stunned: "You, you are also in the same group with him?"
Luke: ⊙_⊙! Your train of thought is really unique.
With a dark face, he growled, "Are you blind? I just killed four of them to save you."
Bobby was stunned and looked at the two cars not far away. Sure enough, there was no movement.
Luke's face darkened as he quickly checked Bobby's injuries, helped him up, and put him on the back seat of a truck. "Lie down obediently. Wait until I kill these murderers, then I'll take you to see a doctor. If anyone comes, try not to make a sound and just pretend to be dead in the car."
As he said this, he wanted to close the car door.
Bobby suddenly spoke up: "Please, save my parents and my sister."
Luke waved his hand: "Of course I will save you if I can, otherwise why would I save you." He closed the door and ignored the little boy who wanted to continue nagging.
He didn't have time to chat here because Selena was still squatting in the tree hole alone.
He had to get rid of these guys quickly so that he could go back to pick up Selena. He was really worried about leaving her there.
He drove forward again, and soon heard a sound coming from another direction. He turned the steering wheel and went over.
Seeing from a distance, Luke sneered in his heart.
The shop owner, Gus, was right here, leaning against a middle-aged woman with a sinister smile on his face.
This woman is of course Bob's wife, Bobby's mother, Ethel.
Her face was full of despair and fear, and she was begging and crying, but her hands were held by several people, controlling her body movements.
Luke stopped the car far away. He didn't want his car to alarm these scumbags who were enjoying themselves.
He quickly approached the group of people through the woods, and when he finally appeared next to the men, no one paid any attention to him.
Their attention was all on Isaiah, who was struggling in pain, and they didn't pay attention to their surroundings.
This is their playground, there is no way anything can go wrong.
Among the group of people, except for Gus, Luke heard the voices of several others seemed familiar. It seemed that they were the people who went to the hotel to carry them.
Thinking about the content of their previous conversation, Luke roughly understood that these people should be the ones responsible for assisting the real entertainers.
These people may be responsible for finding targets, transporting, guarding vehicles, and even collecting bodies.
Judging from the appearance, clothing and behavior of these people, they are obviously not rich people. They look more like wage earners.
There were quite a few of them, seven people in three cars.
But they were not as dangerous as the people in the two cars that had just chased Bobby.
The two vehicles were still separated, and the people on the vehicles were still holding bows and crossbows. Most of the people in this group had taken off most of their head covers, clothes and pants. They had nothing in their hands, only a beastly nature waiting to be vented.
Luke didn't even use a boxing stance with his fists. Instead, he used a whacking-hamster approach to hit these guys on the back of their heads one by one.
When men are doing something, they are very focused, so their reactions to the outside world will be slow.
That's what these guys are like.
Within two seconds, they fell to the ground with sinister smiles on their faces.
Luke stepped forward and stomped on the feet of these people twice, ensuring that their soles of the feet were broken into pieces, and then he kicked the unconscious shop owner Gus away.
The kick was delivered with hatred, causing the shop owner's lumbar vertebrae to make a crisp cracking sound.
Aisel was still crying, and Luke grabbed a shirt that someone had taken off and put it on her: "Okay, Aisel, I'm Luke."
Before Isaiah could stop, he pulled her up and stuffed her into a nearby car. “Isaiah, I don’t have time to waste with you. Stay here by yourself, put on your clothes, find a weapon, hide in the car and don’t say a word. I’ll go save your husband and daughter.”
With that he left.
Ethel's situation was indeed bad, but she did not suffer any serious physical injuries and was much better off than her son Bobby.
Luke didn't have the patience to say anything more to her, so just gave her a few reminders.
However, along the way, Luke also took care of twenty-five people and eleven vehicles.
There wouldn't be many people and cars left, but he still hadn't noticed the game host with that condescending tone.
When he drove around to the place where the incident started, he found Bob covered in wounds and lying dead in the woods a few hundred meters away, with despair on his face.
Obviously, he was the first one to be taken out.
But... what about other gamers
Luke listened for a while, but heard nothing.
He killed twenty-five people in one go on the opposite side and the side of the lake, but the host among the remaining people was not alert at all, which was very abnormal.
Luke frowned and drove quickly along a path that showed faint traces of passing vehicles.
In less than two minutes, he came to a small clearing in the woods, his pupils shrinking slightly: What's going on
Four cars were parked here, but the open space was a mess, with ten people who were obviously gamers rushing around everywhere.
Luke stopped the car, got out, raised the gun in his hand, and moved over quickly.
After walking around the scene, he was sure that all ten people were dead, and their deaths were horrible.
Some people had their stomachs cut open, some had their heads sunken like shriveled fruits, and some had their bodies bent into strange arcs like those of judokas.
The game host was standing with his back against a tree. When I got closer, I found that his chest was pierced by a broken branch of the tree and he was hanging on the trunk.
At the same time, Luke smelled a strange fishy odor in his nose.